Tommy’s cardboard city occupied a low bookshelf beneath the window.

His bicycle hung from a sturdy wall hook that our landlord installed after he saw Tommy dragging it through the hallway.

I bought a used dining table from a woman moving to another state and refinished it over a weekend.

Its surface had a pale ring where someone had once set a hot pot.

I left the mark because I liked knowing the table already had a history.

My sister came over to help hang curtains.